Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.